by John Banister Tabb (1845 - 1909)

Language: English 
Were all the heavens an overladen bough
Of ripened benediction lowered above me,
What could I crave, soul-satisfied as now
That thou dost love me?

The door is shut. To each unsheltered Blessing
Henceforth I say, "Depart! What would'st thou of me?"
Beggared I am of want, this boon possessing,
That thou dost love me.

Confirmed with John B. Tabb, Poems by John B. Tabb, London: John Lane, Boston: Copeland and Day, Cambridge: University Press/John Wilson and Son, 1894, page 7.


Musical settings (art songs, Lieder, mélodies, (etc.), choral pieces, and other vocal works set to this text), listed by composer (not necessarily exhaustive)

  • by Blair Fairchild (1877 - 1933), "Content", op. 13 no. 2 (1907?), published 1907 [medium voice and piano], confirmed with a 1989 edition, Recital Publications, Huntsville, TX [ sung text checked 1 time]

Researcher for this text: Garrett Medlock [Guest Editor]

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